Post by King Fuego on Aug 29, 2016 10:39:45 GMT
The scene opens up at a local Police station close to Tijuana border. King Fuego, still undercover and investing La Muerte Immortale is still reeling from the disappearance of his first source of contact, Santiago. The head of the investigation is seething as he tries to find a way to carry on what to do next for the investigation. The searing heat makes him sweat profusely and form moisture patches over his suit. His anger continues to be visible through throwing objects from his desk and shouting so hard that it passes through the walls of his office.
Head: How the hell could you lose him!!
KF: I was outnumbered and they were quick!
Head: What do you expect? The man will have followers!!
KF: Ironically called “Death Eaters”.
Head: You lost the only source we have on this guy. We already lost Tiger Mask Red! Who the hell is he gonna target next?!!
KF: He didn’t show up at Eternal Lucha.
Head: Which means he has something bigger planned! God fricken damn it!
The head of the investigation throws his coffee mug against the wall which smashes it into several pieces. His receptionist reluctantly opens the door but hides her head.
“Telephone call for you sir.”
Head: Thank you.
She quickly closes the door to get out of the firing range. The officer threads his hands through his hair before shaking his head in disbelief.
KF: Give me more time and I will get what we need to reel him in!
Head: I don’t know anymore. We put you on this case to close him in and get em but instead we don’t know where he is and where he may end up?! Consider this your first and final warning!
King Fuego nods in understanding what has been said to him.
Head: Now get the fuck out of my office!
King Fuego storms out as the thought of failure slowly creeps inside his head. He paces out to the corridor before roaring and loud and banging several lockers with his fists. He takes a moment to calm down before looking at the bright red marks on his knuckles and making his way out of the police department. He goes back to his car and puts all the case files to the back of the car. He squints as he notices something from the corner of his eye on his rear view mirror, a shadowy figure that is looking at his car. He steps outside of his car quickly and runs over to the place he saw the figure from. King Fuego looks around but there is no trace of the shadow nearby. Disappointed, he slowly walks back to his car to find a parcel attached against one of his windscreen wipers.
KF (To himself): What the hell is this?
He grabs the parcel before looking around once more to see if the same shadowy figure is lurking around. Fuego returns inside his car and slams it shut before locking the doors quick. King Fuego isn’t sure what to do with the parcel, which is titled;
“FOR YOUR EYES ONLY.”
He chops and changes his mind before making the decision to open the parcel up. He releases its contents bottom up to find a lone letter along with photographs. The letter reads out;
STAY AWAY OR THE IMMORTALS COME OUT TO PLAY
Fuego chokes up at the mouth before wiping away the sweat forming on his forehead.
KF: God help us all.
…..
So the gods of war did not want me to be the next in line. That’s fine with me.
And my boss wants my head after La Muerte Immortale.
So the Kings reign hasn’t gone well. But I have faith.
Jack Levy, The returning Masked Moron. The King of Fire is not in a good mood. And he intends to express his anger on the pair of you!
No more words, just actions to follows!
Long Live the King!
Head: How the hell could you lose him!!
KF: I was outnumbered and they were quick!
Head: What do you expect? The man will have followers!!
KF: Ironically called “Death Eaters”.
Head: You lost the only source we have on this guy. We already lost Tiger Mask Red! Who the hell is he gonna target next?!!
KF: He didn’t show up at Eternal Lucha.
Head: Which means he has something bigger planned! God fricken damn it!
The head of the investigation throws his coffee mug against the wall which smashes it into several pieces. His receptionist reluctantly opens the door but hides her head.
“Telephone call for you sir.”
Head: Thank you.
She quickly closes the door to get out of the firing range. The officer threads his hands through his hair before shaking his head in disbelief.
KF: Give me more time and I will get what we need to reel him in!
Head: I don’t know anymore. We put you on this case to close him in and get em but instead we don’t know where he is and where he may end up?! Consider this your first and final warning!
King Fuego nods in understanding what has been said to him.
Head: Now get the fuck out of my office!
King Fuego storms out as the thought of failure slowly creeps inside his head. He paces out to the corridor before roaring and loud and banging several lockers with his fists. He takes a moment to calm down before looking at the bright red marks on his knuckles and making his way out of the police department. He goes back to his car and puts all the case files to the back of the car. He squints as he notices something from the corner of his eye on his rear view mirror, a shadowy figure that is looking at his car. He steps outside of his car quickly and runs over to the place he saw the figure from. King Fuego looks around but there is no trace of the shadow nearby. Disappointed, he slowly walks back to his car to find a parcel attached against one of his windscreen wipers.
KF (To himself): What the hell is this?
He grabs the parcel before looking around once more to see if the same shadowy figure is lurking around. Fuego returns inside his car and slams it shut before locking the doors quick. King Fuego isn’t sure what to do with the parcel, which is titled;
“FOR YOUR EYES ONLY.”
He chops and changes his mind before making the decision to open the parcel up. He releases its contents bottom up to find a lone letter along with photographs. The letter reads out;
STAY AWAY OR THE IMMORTALS COME OUT TO PLAY
Fuego chokes up at the mouth before wiping away the sweat forming on his forehead.
KF: God help us all.
…..
So the gods of war did not want me to be the next in line. That’s fine with me.
And my boss wants my head after La Muerte Immortale.
So the Kings reign hasn’t gone well. But I have faith.
Jack Levy, The returning Masked Moron. The King of Fire is not in a good mood. And he intends to express his anger on the pair of you!
No more words, just actions to follows!
Long Live the King!